2 Weeks Left

I have been abroad for over a month now and I don't feel how I thought I would. Sometimes I miss home. I miss the mountains and American food. I miss Starbucks and Chipotle. I miss having a normal sized bed to sleep in. I miss my friends and my family. But, when I leave, I am going to miss just as much about here as I do about home. It's strange, because I have never really moved to a new place before, how quickly somewhere can start to feel like home. I don't speak Danish and I don't have a bike, but Copenhagen has become pretty familiar. I hate the weather (haven't seen the sun in weeks, get ready for some blinding whiteness when I'm home) and I hate that I can't eat anything for less then $15. But, I can tell you where the closest grocery store is, where the best coffee is, how to get to the airport, where to shop, where to lay out (haha jokes), I can name every 7-11 in a five mile radius, and my feet have finally become accustom to the cobblestone. I didn't realize it until after it happened, but I feel like I live here.

The Czech Republic

Well, this past weekend, I ventured to Prague in the Czech Republic to visit some friends and see the sights. My journey began at the crack of dawn when I hoped on the metro and headed, unnecessarily early to the airport. This was huge for me. Traveling from one foreign country to another, super proud.

Anyway, I didn't realize that I was going to be at the airport SO embarrassingly early because in America, it takes a million years to check-in, go through security, get patted down, and yada yada yada. However, in foreign countries apparently, if you have a passport, you can keep your shoes on through security and stroll right on up to your gate. They didn't even make me take out my liquids, shocker.

I finally made it to Prague and met my dear friend Erin in the airport. She had traveled from Florence, Italy to meet me and our friends Erin and DJ who are studying in Prague.

Here are my thoughts on the Czech Republic:

1.) Their food is nasty (Goulash and dumplings...not my thing.)
2.) The Czech Republic makes you bloat.
3.) The people don't know how to smile. (And I was cracking lots of jokes)
4.) The night life is insane.
5.) Asian tourists love Prague.
6.) It's so perfect for my friends.

Our weekend was very successful, so successful in fact, that I am now ill and have not left my bed in for about 24 hours.

1/2 done with study abroad! AHH!

XO
K

Christiania

There is a town in Copenhagen called Christiania. This is a free town, which means that it is independent from the rest of Copenhagen. They basically get all of the perks, like free healthcare and free education for life, with none of the responsibilities. They sell marijuana and all hash products to pay for their livelihoods and have become one of the biggest tourist attractions in Denmark.

Obviously, as a tourist and for educational purposes, I had to investigate. We went on a walking tour of Christiania which meant an old hippie who chain smokes cigarettes, biked ahead of us and told us about the 40 year old town, which he had lived in for the last 35 years. Living in a hash-smoking, revolutionary town, with blurred moral and legal lines, he was a character. He was rocking neon Crocks, need I say more?

This town is like nothing I have ever seen. They forbid pictures because after all, selling pot is still illegal. But imagine a jumble of old German, World War barracks, scattered randomly around near a stream. Now imagine them covered in graffiti and some eccentric artwork. Or stop imagining and just google "Christiania," duh.

The people are all men, who are either too drunk or too high to do anything productive.  So they sit around and listen to reggae music and chain smoke joints. It was awesome, when I wasn't scared.

Among the smelly stoned men, there are groups of Asian tourists getting yelled at for whipping out cameras and a few walking tours of rich older white folks who are glaring at the stoners from afar. And then there was us. A bunch of American kids staring greedily at the piles of marijuana. We may have looked the most touristy of them all.

Last weekend we went to Berlin. Pictures will be up soon.

xoxo,
K

Sweden Adventure Trip

Hello! Already 2 weeks in to my 6 week study abroad. (followed by 1 week of travel with my dear daddy)

This last weekend I went on a school organized trip to Sweden. We went to the coast in a city called something that starts with a "K" where we canoed on the Rhone River, rappelled on the coast, and hiked everywhere. I am pooped to say the least.

This is about how it panned out:

We met at the bus at 7:20 am on Saturday. This sounds simple but I made the poor choice to go out Friday night and the little amount of sleep was not conducive to happy go lucky Katie. But I made it just in time. We then took a giant charter bus to the northern coast of Denmark Where the entire bus drove into a ferry and we journeyed the short 15 minute ferry ride to Sweden. Crazy.

The ferry reminded me of my families last cruise to Alaska. I was reminded of that intense need to puke because of motion sickness. Cheers.

Finally we get off the bus and head straight for the river. With absolutely no instruction, they put three of us in each canoe and send us on our way.

I was shocked. I figured we would hear some safety lesson and maybe they'd tell me how to steer, considering I have never canoed before, but to my disappointment, they did no such thing.

This is a common theme in Denmark I've noticed. It's a very much "sink or swim" mentality. There is less instruction and concern but everyone learns by doing.

This starts at a young age. We went to a daycare center one day for class to see how the children of Denmark are raised. These children were making themselves lunch. What this means here is that each 4 year old (no exaggeration) is given a 4-6 inch knife to chop up chucks of broccoli that is the size of my head. Excuse me Denmark!!? Giving a 4 year old a giant fucking knife to cut up raw, hard broccoli? This is a trip to the hospital and 10 stitches in the making. But no, they chopped happily away, unsupervised and no blood was drawn. I wanted to look away as I witnessed this impending accident and was completely shocked but the success.

This is how the Danes work. They expect you to be successful and don't see a need to hold your hand to get there.

Back to canoeing; no instruction necessary. So we road for 3 hours down the river. My whole body is sore and I'm still cold from the rain. Oh yeah did I mention? It poured fridged rain on us as we paddled hopelessly down the river.

Then we went to the hostel and ate some kind of stew. Apparently it was beef, but as far as I know it was rabbit or squirrel. I didn't care. I was freezing and tired and had beer tasted anything so delicious in all my life.

We continued to hike the rest of the day (3-4 hours) and then come back to the hostel and pass out immediately. 

The next morning we ate a Danish breakfast of lunch meets and muselie. Delish. And then went to rappel down a cliff followed by another hike. I am exhausted just thinking about how exhausted I was, that's exhausting.

The last leg of our journey involved eating and sipping tea at the King of Sweden's favorite restaurant. We ate his favorite pastries in this fancy little tea house. The whole place looked like it had been taken over by you g hobos for we were all wins blown, tired and I showered. A good look for me I'm sure.

And that was that. A wonderful weekend adventure. It was actually such a great time and I'd highly recommend the same trip to anyone else. 

Here's some pictures from the adventure: MORE TO COME!

xoxo, K

DISTORTION

Greetings! 

Finished with the month of May in Copenhagen. And boy, that did not go by fast. However, I am sure that the rest of this month is going to fly. Starting this weekend I travel to Sweden, Berlin, Prague, Amsterdam, and Stockholm. And did I mention I am taking 6 credits? Holy smokes.

So far in Copenhagen we have been getting acquainted with the locals and immersing ourselves into the daily life of the locals. This week that has mostly been the even called Distortion. Basically, how this works is everyone drinks all day long and dances to the various DJs spinning all around town. This year, one of the bigger DJs just so happened to be located outside our living room window. This lead to little sleep and maximum dancing.

The youth of Copenhagen came together yesterday to rage their faces off. This did not end with the drinking and dancing but escalated to levels unheard of in the United States. For example, a dear friend of mine living in my apartment was dancing around, minding her own business, when a young man came over, pulled his penis out of his pants and peed all over her. HE PEED ON HER PEOPLE. This is real life here in Copenhagen. Frankly, as far as I can tell, peeing in public is not only allowed, but encouraged. There were OUTDOOR AND DOORLESS urinals everywhere. Needless to say, the city didn't smell so great and was filled with Danish penis.

Eww. I just threw up in my mouth a little.

The party in the streets on Copenhagen started at 4 and ended around 12. But our night did not end there. Our RA, who is suppose to be monitoring us and making sure we stay out of trouble, brought back a large group of locals to the apartment. They stayed most of the night. I may have snuck off to my room early to read some 50 Shades of Grey. Yeah...

Our fearless leader and perfect RA is depicted below dancing on tables in the mini skirt. 

Here are some pictures from our night of Distortion:

                                                                         (RA Louis)

                                                                       My Roomie

I time traveled to Denmark.

If you have ever wondered what living in Denmark would be like, I am going to paint you a picture so you can really feel as though you are with me right now.

You can walk around the street with a beer in hand, you can forget about sleep, and you're living in 1985.

Yes, you heard me correctly, Denmark is like the US in 1985. At least the music is.

Last night, we went to this club called "Night Fever," (google it), and it is 80s themed. Funny thing about that is that being 80s themed basically just makes it the exact same as all of the other bars/clubs/pubs in this whole freaking city. I cannot even tell you how many times I have heard The Village People sing YMCA in the last 4 nights. There is some Michael Jackson as well as son Chaka khan everywhere I go. The fuck people?!  I want to hear Call Me Maybe and some freaking J. Cole.

Danes appear to be very interested/obsessed in all things American. This begins with the music they listen to, and know all of the words to. They are only a few years behind. We taught some Danish girls how to play beer pong, for they had never seen a bp table before. And finally, not to sounds like a complete narcissist, they are obsessed with us; Americans.

I choose to believe that it is our whit and charm as well as our knack for always having a great time that draws them all to us, but according to a friend of ours, American girls have a reputation for being easy.

Anyway, here's a little montage of the music scene here in Denmark.

Wake up lazy!

Hello world. It's either day 3 or 4, depending on how you look at it and what time zone you're in, in Copenhagen.

Went out last night with the girls on my floor. Everything starts late here in Denmark. It could be because the sun doesn't go down until 11 and comes back up at 4, but the people here party hard, and they party late. At home in Boulder I complain all the time about starting partying too late, and by too late we're talking 11-11:30 when things get going. Here, you can start drinking at 9 am for all they care, but the bars and clubs don't really pick up until 2 am. Sorry people, that's my bedtime.

This morning class began for me at 8:30 am, a time I do my best never to be awake to see on my clock. After a night out, this was a struggle. Finishing at around 12:30 pm, I scurried back to my apartment, and promptly passed out. I am still in bed (4 hours later). I am feeling particularly lazy, but it is about time I caught up on my sleep. The last full night's rest I got was probably Sunday night, it's Friday.

Big group dinner with all of the DIS program, a good solid meal is much needed. Then a night out and let the first weekend begin.

Will check in later.

XO,
K